We spent the morning at our accountant’s. More “whose is what” issues surfacing in trying to separate, portion out and clean up the remains of a 30-year marriage.
I got a call last week a distant relative whom I’ve never met and who has been doing a lot of genealogy work on our family and is in town and anxious to meet me. He sounded great.
He had gotten my phone number and address from closer relatives whom I would’ve thought/hoped someone might’ve said something to him about my divorce, but instead he was just told how wonderful we (me & future ex) are and now is so looking forward to meeting and getting to know all about us.
I didn’t have the heart or desire to say anything over the phone because 1) He sounded so enthusiastic to be meeting us, and 2) I’m so tired of telling people and then the sympathy and then I’m like “no no – it’s ok,” but it doesn’t matter, and then everyone feels bad or uncomfortable.
So we’ll all be having breakfast together and we’ll just deal with it then.
I’ve accepted the fact of liminality as being a natural and necessary part of this whole transition process. That doesn’t mean I have to like it.
